by Chad Hollis
and she waits…
revolving through meeker moments
like haunted sunshine and
time unwinding it’s vacancy
she is the silence
unprovoked and kind
complacent as winter’s whispery pulse
she’s a living suicide
who awoke restrained
in love’s static pain
the cherry blossom’s
fare-well waltz
heaven specimen
unraveling her walls and
dragging them to hell
she waits
and
remains
guarding over the soul relics
swelling with elation before
the restless mouths of the ground
begin to reclaim them
with prayers
and sermons and rites to exalt
imposing loveliness quickening
onto the afflictions and vows of emptiness
and she remains
all are now enslaved to
green moss and underbrush
and she waits
shields and assures…
winter creeps forward
and days soon sleep